Ya don't hafta tell me I can still see
I ain't no swinger and I'm not twenty three
My bones might creek and eye's not much
But I haven't lost that special touch.

I can rock real fast and move about
Turn the music way up and I can shout
Cuz that's really all they do anyway
And when I stand I can always sway.

I might walk slow my shades are thick
And bad day's I might walk with a stick
But that's OK if you party with me
Just go back in time and be twenty three.

That's what dreams are all about
We can all stay skinny and never be stout
But in reality age don't bother me you see
I kinda like being little old me.
 

Ginny Bryantİ

Ginny's Gift Of Love

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